I’m a wimp. I know that. I tear up at silly things. I hug my kids too much. I pray for people I’ve never met when I see their graves. It’s just part of who I am.

This year, I confess, I don’t mind being out of the country on another anniversary of the 9/11/2001 attacks. For just one year I won’t be subjected to the campaign rhetoric that both sides will attach to this day.

I like the blogger participation to remember those who died. Next year, I’ll try to do my part. But for today, I will simply say Amen. I will never forget that day.


  1. a lot of hores pucky says:

    Cindy it’s “OK” when one is being who the are. If the soul had no tears, it would have not rainbows. Children need more hugs rather than someone putting them down. Keep praying the living need more of it. The dead are being loved unconditionaly and have a peace that goes beyond understanding. I understand you feelings about 9/11, I also remember the day JFK died, Martin Luther King died, Bobby Kennedy died, pearl harbor was bombed, and the day we dropped two Atom bombs. All are sad reminder of sadness. Please never stop forgetting. It’s a sign of hope.

  2. One can never hug their children too much. Tears are evidence of a heart.

    Never apologize for that.